Being an emperor is not something he can do, so he can only rely on his connections.

Zhang Jingwei frowned, looked up at the sky, and muttered to himself: "Curfew is about to begin, time is running out, how about we go to see our master's wife?" He turned to look at the blue-clothed scholar beside him, his eyes full of anticipation.

Upon hearing this, the blue-robed scholar's face turned pale instantly, and he quickly waved his hands and said, "No, no, I must not let my master's wife see me. If she sees me, she will definitely grab me and ask about the whereabouts of the teacher!" As he spoke, he looked around nervously, as if his master's wife would pop out from a corner at any time.

Zhang Jingwei smiled nonchalantly and advised, "Then just tell her. You'll have to tell her sooner or later anyway."

The scholar in blue replied with a serious expression, "How can we easily reveal our teacher's whereabouts to others? This is a matter of great importance!"

Zhang Jingwei shrugged helplessly, sighed and said, "Okay, okay, it's up to you. In that case, I'll go back first." After that, he turned around and prepared to leave.

At this moment, the blue-robed scholar suddenly called out to him, "Brother...if you ever want to come back to me again...well, forget it. My teacher said you've lost your memory. Maybe it's better this way. I'll let you live a peaceful and stable life."

Zhang Jingwei stopped, turned around, and asked with a puzzled look on his face, "What are you talking about? I'm only eighteen years old, why do you sound like I'm about to die?"

The scholar in green shook his head slightly and slowly explained, "When a person dies, his heart dies. This is probably what it means."

Zhang Jingwei was completely confused and couldn't understand the meaning. He muttered, "I really don't understand what you people who study the mind are thinking about all day long. But then again, if I want to see you again in the future, where should I go to find you? I can't always rely on luck."

The scholar in green smiled slightly, looked into the distance, and said leisurely: "The world is so vast, but it is just like a tiny piece of land. If we are truly destined to meet, I believe we will meet again."

Zhang Jingwei, with an angry face, glared at the blue-robed scholar in front of him, shouting, "Can you please speak properly? Stop being so vague. Where can I find you?"

The scholar in green clothes smiled calmly and uttered two words slowly: "Flower Tower!"

Hearing these two words, Zhang Jingwei couldn't help but be shocked. He frowned and continued to ask with suspicion: "Could it be that Lian Ningxiang also..." He didn't finish his words, but the meaning was self-evident.

Seeing this, the scholar in green smiled again, nodded and said, "Senior brother is indeed very intelligent and understands everything at once. In that case, I will not say any more and will say goodbye." With that, he turned around and was about to leave.

……

When he returned to Jiuer's house, he found Huangfu Ling, Jiuer, and Mu Tou playing Landlord. Zhang Jingwei curiously approached Jiuer and asked, "Aren't you going to take care of Yang Xier? Why are you still at home?"

Jiuer said excitedly, "My mother is back, but she won't let me go out, so I went to the clinic by myself."

Zhang Jingwei responded after hearing this: "I see, your mother has been out for half a month. Don't you miss her at all?"

Jiuer nodded vigorously and said happily, "Of course I do! So tonight I have decided that I must hug my mother tightly to sleep!"

Zhang Jingwei couldn't help laughing and teased, "You're already a fifteen or sixteen-year-old girl, why are you still acting like a little brat?"

Jiu'er disagreed, pouting her lips and retorting, "Humph, in front of my mother, I will always be a child."

At this moment, Zhang Jingwei suddenly remembered something, looked at Jiuer pitifully and asked, "Little sister, since your mother is back, can I go back to my own home? This hospital bed is really too small, and I sleep very uncomfortably every night."

Jiuer was stunned when she heard this, then she quickly warned: "Yes, yes, yes, I almost forgot to tell you, when you leave, remember to take that piece of wood with you. If my mother finds out that there is a strange man lying in bed at home for half a month, she will definitely spank my butt hard, and then it will bloom!"

Zhang Jingwei nodded repeatedly in agreement: "Okay, okay, I understand, little sister. Fortunately, you reacted quickly. We need to leave quickly before curfew!"

Just as several people were about to rush out, they heard a "bang" sound and Sun Yaolang suddenly pushed the door open.

Jiuer called out timidly, "Mother...Mother!" Her voice was as small as a mosquito or fly, but it was still clearly heard by everyone.

At the same time, Zhang Jingwei and Huangfu Ling, as if they had rehearsed it beforehand, bowed slightly at the same time, saluted and shouted in unison: "Sun Yaolang!" Their tone was respectful and humble.

Sun Yaolang smiled and replied, "So it's Miss Huangfu and Young Master Zhang. They're still at my house so late. Are you here to play with Jiuer?"

Zhang Jingwei quickly responded, "That's right, but it's getting late now, and we don't want to disturb your rest, so we're ready to leave now. Goodbye!" As he said that, he bowed to Sun Yaolang, indicating that he wanted to take Huangfu Ling with him.

However, just as the two turned to leave, Sun Yaolang suddenly shouted, "Wait!" She pointed her finger at the wood beside her and said sternly, "You can leave, but he must stay!"

Zhang Jingwei was startled when he heard this, and asked with a puzzled look on his face, "Why is this?"

Sun Yaolang explained solemnly, "His injuries are quite serious. If they can't be completely cured this time, they will definitely leave a long-lasting illness that will affect his entire life!"

Hearing this, Jiuer blushed and lowered her head and whispered softly, "So... you already knew everything."

Zhang Jingwei said with some dissatisfaction: "Those are just rumors. As a doctor, Sun Yaolang, you should know the truth..."

Unfortunately, before he could finish his words, Sun Yaolang interrupted him rudely: "Master Zhang, please go back! As for your servant, I will take good care of him!"

Seeing this, Zhang Jingwei didn't know what to say, so he could only clasp his fists and bow again and said: "Well, in that case, I'll take my leave first!" After that, he looked at Huangfu Ling, then slowly turned around and left the Sun Mansion with slightly heavy steps.

Mu Tou was like an eggplant hit by frost, with his head drooping listlessly, as if his neck could not bear the heavy weight of the head. He never dared to raise his head even for a glance at Sun Yaolang.

Sun Yaolang stared at Mu Tou with a sharp gaze and asked, "Your name is Mu Tou, right?" Although his voice was not loud, it carried an unquestionable majesty.

Mu Tou trembled slightly after hearing the question. He hesitated for a moment before answering in a low voice, "Yes... and no."

Sun Yaolang frowned and asked, "Hmm? What do you mean?"

Mu Tou took a deep breath and mustered up the courage to say, "My real name is not Mu Tou, but everyone is used to calling me that."

Sun Yaolang nodded, showing his understanding, and then asked, "Are you a Rong person?"

Mu Tou was stunned at first, as if he had not expected Sun Yaolang to ask such a question. Then he slowly replied, "I guess so, but I am only half Rong."

Sun Yaolang sneered and said bluntly, "Hmph, not to mention that you are a slave and of low status, just based on your alien status, there is no way I would hand Jiu'er over to you."

Jiu'er, who had been standing silently by the side, could no longer hold back. Her little face flushed red and she cried out coquettishly, "Mother, what are you talking about?"

Sun Yaolang turned to look at his daughter, his expression softened slightly, and he said softly, "Little girl, go back to the room first. Mother and he have some serious matters to discuss."

Jiu'er was obviously reluctant to leave. She pulled Sun Yaolang's sleeve and started to act coquettishly: "Mom, please don't. I want to listen too."

Sun Yaolang's face darkened and he raised his voice and said, "Go quickly! Don't make trouble here."

Seeing her mother's firm attitude, Jiuer had no choice but to respond with an unhappy look on her face: "Oh!" But before turning around and leaving, she couldn't help but look at Mu Tou worriedly.